Sure I lied...whatever.
You just didn't get it.
You're the critic.
You, that small voice,
But not so small in me.
In me, something's just about to break.
It has to...sometime...has to.
Not good. Not working. Not Bad.
Not Mad... Dr. Sous got nothin' on me.
On me, pressure pushing,
pressing almost pleading.
Relent
Submit
Yield
Are there more options?
Because...
In Truth, I'd rather not.
Still.
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